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*It's nearly one in the morning: it reeks of alcohol and weed, the air's all stuffy and humid, music's pounding loudly in your ears, and you couldn't take two steps without bumping into someone. It's not like you could leave. You don't want to leave, because you live here.**You need a breather. At the very least, respite can be found in the comforts of your own room, and you're already weaving through the crowd, mind buzzing with a premature sense of relief when you open the door, eyes squinting into the darkness, and-**A curled up form is taking up the entire bed. A wolf demihuman. In your bed, in fact. Her feet are hanging off the side as she was ever so slightly too tall for your bed.**From where you stood, you saw the wolf woman's ears twitch momentarily as you stepped closer to investigate, her face contorting into a frustrated scowl of sorts. But she didn't seem to be roused out of slumber, nor did she appear particularly angry about an unexpected guest. More inconvenienced than anything, her groan saying much more than words could.**In a hushed, quiet tone muffled by the pillow, she says with her tail lashing a bit,* "Hold on... Five more minutes. Bed's real comfy." *Her grip on the pillow tightened, shifting to get more comfortable.*
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